Family Corruption-NTR

Chapter 101: Bored, So Bored 18+

It wasn’t until they quickly returned to their own room downstairs that Lin Zhe realized his back was soaked with sweat.

Recalling the seemingly refined man’s invitation earlier, he thought if his wife hadn’t been by his side, or if his sister hadn’t said those words that night, he might not have been able to resist such temptation.

Su Yu turned around, leaning against the wall, looking at her husband with a half-smile.

"Honey, just now... were you hard?"

As she spoke, a pair of delicate hands suddenly reached for Lin Zhe’s crotch, grabbing the hardened shaft through his pants.

Lin Zhe gasped sharply in pleasure, the strange feeling in his heart transforming into burning desire. He pressed this little temptress who loved to torment him against the wall and kissed her deeply.

...

Less than five minutes after they returned to their room.

The door of room 202 was pushed open again.

Zeng Mengmeng stood at the doorway.

At this moment, her white down jacket was disheveled, even bearing a few withered bamboo leaves.

Below, the ultra-short pleated skirt remained at that dangerously high position. As she walked, the skirt fluttered, vaguely revealing a startling red swelling at the top of her thighs.

Her walking posture was somewhat strange, her legs slightly parted, as if with just a slight effort to close them, something filled to the brim inside would spill out.

"Honey, I’m back!"

Zeng Mengmeng kicked off her long boots and stepped barefoot onto the tatami.

Her feet were exquisitely beautiful, with elegantly arched insteps and toes round like pearls. The deep red nail polish complemented these jade-like feet, creating a strikingly seductive appearance.

Chen Mo remained kneeling where he was, his gaze calmly fixed on his wife’s lower body.

"So soon? I just got back a few minutes ago."

"Ugh, don’t even mention it."

Zeng Mengmeng sighed and walked over to her husband with a look of disdain. Without any reservation, she turned her back to him, placed her hands on her knees, and raised high the buttocks that had just endured countless impacts.

"That fat bastard is useless. Looks strong but is actually all show. Though he came twice, it didn’t even last a few minutes total. I didn’t even get properly satisfied."

"Well, though he did shoot quite a lot - burned me to death."

While complaining, Zeng Mengmeng reached back and spread her buttocks apart.

Squelch.

A wet sound followed.

As her opening widened, a thick stream of white, turbid liquid with a pungent smell, mixed with transparent love fluid, gushed out from the tender pink flesh.

Drip, drip.

The lewd liquid fell onto the tatami, quickly spreading into a dark stain.

Chen Mo set down his tea cup, his voice growing hoarse:

"Let me see."

He then moved closer, reached out, wiped a finger through the muddy entrance, brought it to his nose to smell, and commented:

"So pungent. Seems that fat guy really held back for a long time."

After saying this, he immediately stood up, unbuckled his belt, and an impressively sized penis sprang out.

In terms of length, it could rival Lin Zhe’s, though the glans wasn’t particularly large. The overall shape resembled a bamboo shoot - long indeed, but thicker at the base and narrower at the tip. In this aspect, it couldn’t compare to Lin Zhe’s, which was more uniformly shaped with a noticeably larger glans.

"Since you’re not satisfied yet, let me help you... clean the pot."

Chen Mo’s voice trembled as he watched his wife’s passage filled with another man’s fluids, his excitement reaching its peak. Gripping his erect member, he pressed it against the opening still dripping with semen.

No foreplay was needed, for at this moment, every cell in Zeng Mengmeng’s body was already in a state of extreme arousal.

Squelch.

His bamboo-shoot-like shaft slid smoothly into the well-lubricated channel, plunging all the way to the depths.

"Ah... still, my husband feels the best..."

Zeng Mengmeng let out a satisfied moan, her body going limp as she leaned back into Chen Mo’s embrace.

Chen Mo began to thrust, his movements unhurried but deliberate, each stroke scraping meticulously against her inner walls, gradually mixing and overwriting the traces left by that greasy boss.

"By the way, that couple we met at noon just saw what happened to you."

Amidst the thrusting, Chen Mo suddenly brought up the matter of Lin Zhe and his wife. Hearing this, Zeng Mengmeng seemed to recall Lin Zhe’s handsome face and eagerly asked:

"And then?"

"Then I invited them."

Zeng Mengmeng swayed with the rhythm of the impacts, her words coming in broken gasps:

"Did they agree?"

"No, they said no with their mouths."

Chen Mo sneered coldly, his hands roughly kneading his wife’s ample breasts, distorting their snowy-white softness.

"But... that man, I could tell he has his eyes on you. When I made the suggestion, his cock was so hard it nearly tore through his pants."

"Hmph, of course."

Zeng Mengmeng lifted her chin proudly, her face wearing the unconscious arrogance common to beautiful women.

"Faced with a top-tier woman like me, any man who isn’t tempted must be a eunuch or impotent!"

"However..."

Chen Mo suddenly intensified the force of his thrusts, making Zeng Mengmeng cry out in surprise.

"That Mrs. Lin is even more interesting. She was hiding behind, watching you get fucked, and the look in her eyes... she seemed even more desperate than a man. That family is definitely cut from the same cloth as us."

"Ah... mmm... then... let’s... drag them... into this..."

Zeng Mengmeng screamed amidst the waves of pleasure, a wild glint flashing in her eyes.

"I want to see... what expression that woman would make... if she were ridden by that fat boss too..."

Chen Mo mercilessly exposed his wife’s lie:

"I think you just want to be fucked by that handsome guy, don’t you?"

"You’re so mean~"

"Ah! Harder, husband! Ah! I’m coming! Ah!!"

...

As dusk fell, the twilight deepened.

In the remote valley of Tang Valley, nestled deep in the mountains, an early haze of bluish-gray mist had already settled.

The mountain wind carried a biting chill, rustling through the forest.

Now, when visiting this hot spring resort, the most essential activity was, naturally, bathing.

Stripped bare and free of worries, one could sink into the scalding pool, letting the warm liquid envelop the entire body, as if it could smooth away even the fatigue buried deep in one’s bones.

Lin Jianguo was currently soaking alone in the spacious men’s bath.

Steam rose from the milky-white water, where a few wooden trays floated, carrying small flasks of sake.

Surrounding him were rough, blue-stone rockeries, and above, a canopy built from raw timber. A few dim lanterns hung from the eaves, swaying gently in the wind and casting ambiguous shadows.

Lin Jianguo leaned his head back, his neck resting against the warm, damp tiles of the pool. His eyes were slightly closed, and his chest rose and fell with each breath.

Though his body beneath the water hadn’t drastically changed—his muscles still firm—time had inevitably taken its toll. His skin had lost the luster of youth, now showing signs of slackness.

The one part that still held its own against younger men, however, was the organ nestled between his legs. Now softened by the hot water, it lay limp within a thicket of dark pubic hair, swaying gently with the ripples.

Comfortable as he was, a hollow emptiness lingered in his heart.

His wife, Wang Xiulan, was still giving him the cold shoulder. Her usually gentle and dignified face now seemed coated in frost whenever she saw him, her icy stare sending shivers down his spine.

When he thought of seeking out his daughter-in-law, Su Yu, his mind flooded with images of her plump, red lips moving rhythmically as she gave him head in the car, her captivating, seductive eyes locking onto his.

But Su Yu was with his son, Lin Zhe, at that moment.

If he barged in now and accidentally interrupted the young couple’s intimate moment, how could he ever face them again?

Thinking of his son stirred a complicated mix of emotions in Lin Jianguo’s heart—a father’s authority, tinged with an unspeakable jealousy and guilt.

After all, he was coveting his own son’s woman, and he had already tasted the forbidden fruit more than once.

This left him both exhilarated and terrified.

At times like these, Lin Jianguo usually threw himself into work to distract his mind.

But now, that wasn’t an option.

And so, the head of the household had become the loneliest of them all.

He soaked in the pool until his skin felt wrinkled and he could no longer stand the boredom. Finally, he got up, wrapped a towel around himself, slipped on wooden clogs, and wandered aimlessly around the lounge area outside the changing room.

A young waitress in a kimono, her nape pale and delicate, mentioned that farther to the left was an open-air mixed-gender bath—a true taste of the wild. But it only opened in the evening, and entry was said to depend on "fate," not just anyone could get in.

Lin Jianguo’s curiosity was piqued, and his mind involuntarily conjured scenes from Japanese films: pale bodies half-hidden in the mist, men and women baring themselves openly to one another...

Too bad it wasn’t fully dark yet, and the pool wasn’t open.

He drank two glasses of complimentary lemon water in the lounge—so sour it made his teeth ache—and ate a couple of slices of watermelon, but they tasted bland.

Around him, other male guests—mostly middle-aged men with beer bellies—either boisterously discussed business or lewdly exchanged tips on which masseuses were the best. Their chatter only irritated him further.

Wandering around, washing intermittently, what should have been a relaxing break had turned into an ordeal.

When dinnertime finally arrived, he hurried to the dining hall and hastily ate a few bites of the delicate but unsatisfying kaiseki meal before retreating to his room.

It was a standard Japanese-style tatami room.

There was no bed—the floor was low, and the scent of rush grass greeted him as he entered.

In one corner stood a low square table with a tea set, which could also serve as a tea table.

A paper lantern in the corner cast a soft, hazy glow, making the translucent sliding doors shimmer.

Clad in his bathrobe, Lin Jianguo lay listlessly on the futon spread out on the floor, hands behind his head, staring blankly at the wood grain patterns on the ceiling.

This trip didn’t seem as enjoyable as he had imagined.

In fact, it felt even lonelier than being at home.

Just as he was contemplating whether to turn on the TV and see if there were any adult channels to relieve his boredom, a sudden commotion erupted outside the door.

Soon after, came a series of firm knocks.

Before he could even get up to respond, the wooden door was pulled open with a loud clatter.

"Dad!"

"Dad!"

Two voices, one male and one female, overlapped, instantly shattering the dead silence in the room.

Lin Jianguo quickly propped himself up, looking bewildered at the crowd pouring in.

His son, Lin Zhe, was carrying two thick quilts, which almost covered half his face, leaving only a pair of smiling eyes visible.

His daughter-in-law, Su Yu, stood gracefully beside him, holding two bulging plastic bags. The semi-transparent bags faintly revealed colorful snack wrappers and numerous cans of beer.

Behind them was his daughter, Lin Yue.

She was holding her wide-eyed grandson in her arms, her expression seeming somewhat uneasy, yet carrying a hint of subtle, almost imperceptible allure.

Bringing up the rear was his wife, Wang Xiulan.

Her face was stern, and though she wasn’t smiling, at least she had come along.

Lin Jianguo, taken aback by this sudden gathering, sat up straight, adjusted his slightly loose pajama collar, and asked in confusion:

"What’s all this?"

Lin Zhe strode in, tossed the quilts onto the floor, and began spreading them out next to Lin Jianguo’s bed, exclaiming:

"We were worried you’d be bored, so we came to hang out with you! Tonight, we’ll all squeeze in together, make a big shared bed, and have some fun!"

Su Yu also placed the bags on the low table, producing a crisp rustling sound.

She had changed her outfit again tonight, no longer wearing the dignified coat from the day but instead a silk spaghetti-strap maxi dress in a homey style, paired with a loose-knit cardigan.

The dress was champagne-colored, made of exquisite fabric that clung to her graceful figure like flowing water.

As she bent over to set the bags down, the neckline naturally drooped, revealing a dazzling expanse of fair skin.

The soft curves, pulled by gravity, hung heavily, forming a deep, seemingly bottomless cleavage.

Her skin was as delicate as fine mutton-fat jade, glowing temptingly under the light.

Her collarbones were exquisitely defined, like a jade frame meticulously carved by a craftsman, supporting that faintly suggestive allure.

Lin Jianguo felt his throat go dry. The desire that had already subsided was suddenly reignited by that single glance.

But with so many people around, he quickly averted his gaze, afraid that others might notice his inappropriate thoughts as a father-in-law. Still, he couldn’t help but politely say:

"You all have busy jobs and must be tired. On your rare day off, you should rest properly... What’s so fun about an old man like me?"

"Dad, what are you saying? Of course, you should join us too!"

As Su Yu spoke, she began arranging the duck necks, peanuts, chips, and beer from the bags onto the coffee table.

When she turned her head, her waterfall-like black hair swayed with the motion, a few strands sticking to her red lips, making her look utterly captivating.

Her beautiful eyes fixed on Lin Jianguo, and as they shifted, they seemed to carry a hint of seduction.

Under her gaze, Lin Jianguo’s heart skipped a beat.

This was no daughter-in-law—she was clearly a soul-stealing enchantress.

"...Playing games is for you young folks. Dad... I’m not cut out for it."

Lin Jianguo suppressed the restlessness in his heart, waving his hand as he tried to maintain the dignity of an elder.

Su Yu was just about to coax him a bit more when she noticed Lin Zhe, who was making the bed, secretly giving her a meaningful glance.

The unspoken understanding between the couple was clear in that look.

Lin Zhe wasn’t really worried about his father being bored.

The nerve in his brain tied to his cuckolding and incestuous desires was throbbing intensely at that moment.

This scene of the whole family sharing a room was exactly what he had dreamed of.

Only by stirring the waters and heating up the atmosphere could those desires, usually suppressed by morality and ethics, bubble up like the hot spring’s effervescence.

More importantly, the strained relationship between his parents was long overdue for a resolution.

And if he could also create an opportunity for his sister Lin Yue along the way, that would be even better!

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